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"But you better hurry up because it resets after a short time," he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous expression filled Annabelle's face, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at doggystyle the sudden cool breeze. The breeze was Bondage an important part for Anthony, who could not actual use fire and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other means in which to produce similar sensations within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the back yard, "I wouldn't consider running if I was you," Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle's face as she gaze out into the yard. "The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier," Anthony explained, causing Annabelle's head to drop in disappointment. "Plus," he added with an excited grin. "It wouldn't even kick in until after your pass the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive body." He laughed nodding towards the pack of dogs just beyond the fence. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager expression to his face she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the yard, where a large stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the rock, with an additional chain hanging down from one fetish of the tree's branches. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging chain, turning to grab Annabelle's hands, harshly yanking her arms up above her head so that he could attach them to the chain. Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her full weight off her wrists, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. "It's not all about our pleasure," he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to happen, Erica walked over dropping to her knees in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle's thighs for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle's outer-folds, causing Annabelle's breath to catch in her throat from the sudden intense sensation. Anthony left Erica to her work walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stakes a short distance away. He then collected two large glass mugs from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted grimace his wife gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out and grasp one of the dogs' furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid cock began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmth sticky feel of the thin stick like cock, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the riding ready to capture the dog's semen when he came. While Erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her left breast sucking her hardened nipple between his lips, while his other hand moved to explore her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a heighten state of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm feeling glass. While Erica went back to fill the next glass, Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle's face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the glass up to her lips so that the second she opened her mouth to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidic copper taste hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to keep from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe. Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the next one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this glass down Annabelle's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, "you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far." He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few moments to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a fourth of an average bull-whip's speed, with its cracker made from a much softer material to keep from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact. Erica's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband's side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glare was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony's mind, he went about taking classes to learn how to properly control the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended target spots. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true intentions for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this moment even more pleasurable than he expected. Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her left ass cheek. At blowjob first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his distance neighbors hearing anything. She looked up to him and Hardin immediately knew what the girl’s need was. When you have finished return to the kitchen and eat your breakfast. I told her as I forced her knees apart. “I could follow no farther.” "Ungggh! Antoine would never have guessed the two were related. He doggystyle turned and yanked on the leash, pulling Layla upright off the stool. Bondage Personal stuff.” And the whole turbulence thing?? I shrugged the straps off my shoulder while holding the cups to my tits. “Maybe,” She says. It is just who I am. Usually only the more upscale ones have security cameras. We hurtled through that void. Without riding warning, I blowjob shot. We’re good,” fetish Ben said to the room. He thought she would take more convincing. After finishing my business, I looked at myself in the mirror. "Sweetheart, wait."